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When I came up from out of the meat locker |
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The city was gone |
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The sky's full of lights |
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The snow provides a silent cover |
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In Moonland |
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Under the stars |
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Under the snow |
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And I followed this car |
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And I followed that car |
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Through the sand |
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Through the snow |
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I turn on the radio |
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I listen to the |
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DJAnd it must feel nice |
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It must feel nice to know |
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That somebody needs you |
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And everything moves slow |
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Under the stars |
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Under the ash |
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And through the sand |
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And the night drifts in |
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The snow provides a silent cover |
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And I'm not your favorite lover |
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I, I turn on the radio |
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And it must feel nice |
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Well, very, very nice to know |
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That somebody needs you |
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And, and the chilly wind blows |
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Under the snow |
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Under the stars |
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The whispering |
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DJ on the radio |
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Whispering |
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DJ on the radio |
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I'm not your favorite lover |
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I'm not your favorite lover |
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And it must feel nice |
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To leave no trace, no trace at all |
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But somebody needs you |
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Oh, oh and that somebody is me, baby |
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Under the stars |
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Under the snow |
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Your eyes were closed |
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You were playing with the buttons on your coat |
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Back of that car |
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MoonlandUnder the stars |
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In Moonland |
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I followed that car |
